The instant the world halts at the sharp sting of truth A truth, hidden in the dark crevices of doubt and fear Nursed by trepidation and a series of unfortunate circumstances Blossoms into pain and a void, longing for fulfillment, with an impossible level of quenchability A perpetual craving for success to give life its worth Enough. Being enough An unattainable cruel hope to create a legacy Transform wild fantasies to reality regardless of the sacrifice Humanity quakes at the contrasting purpose for worthiness Falters and Faith Givers lure sanguine souls The scintillating light kindling within their minds thrusts forward, past doubt Imperceptible strategies and mental meringue separates the pack Those who are always being watched and yet, never being seen Enacting minute moves while under constant scrutiny Standards soar sky-high as the margin of error wears thin Despised by contented simpletons, Ridiculed by the vicious green-eyed monster Gold paved paths of youth mutate into a maze of wicked, winding cobblestone roads and back alleys Doe-eyed adolescents evolve into corrupt, vengeful adults. Aspiration equals goals equals expectations. Mind vs. Matter, Us vs. Them. Everyone vs. you Driven by fear and an urge to control the outliner, Satisfaction suffers under the wings of a hate-filled man. Decisions bred by envy and trauma, executed by feeble souls. Spawn backstabbing betrayal; Result in loneliness. All deriving from an intangible quality Bestowed upon since birth Within our mental makeup; Wholly helpless. A choice presents itself; Wield it or Deny it. An asset or a burden Maturity or childlike jubilation Gift or curse The Nature of Divergence is in the mind of the beholder. And to the beholder, it belongs.
This poem describes my experience of being different from others at a young age and the struggles that come with it.